Author Archives: Ayala Kingsley


A plumber I know called MacKilligin
Who saw that I’d been through the mill again
Showed me in a flash
How to make quite a splash
And all wet, left the Net, with a silly grin.


Poem #1

There was a young woman called Ayala
Who’d had an affair with a tiler.
She told him to go,
Out into the snow,
Because he had started to rile ‘er.